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photographer. ‘No,’ he replied, “but I have a small 
private stock.” ‘Would you sell me some printing paper? 
I have run out.” “We may not sell privately,” he 
replied, ‘but I shall be glad to give you half mine.” “ But 
that you cannot afford to do. You must let me at least 
defray the actual cost.” “The Society gives us £23 a 
year,” he said, ‘‘and that supplies all our needs. What 
do I want more money for? We have everything we can 
possibly need.”’ The whole conversation burnt into my 
mind. It is worthy of reproduction where it may be read 
by others, for it is typical of the spirit of all the workers, 
and shows they have learnt possibly the hardest lesson 
for the world to learn, namely, the true value of gold, 
reckoning by the best standard. 
Some ninety miles to the south again is Hopedale, the 
sixth station. It is the southern border of the tribe now, 
and one cannot visit the station without feeling forcibly 
that the fringe is ravelling out, and that the race in Labrador 
is facing its inevitable doom. Mixed with the dying, purer 
type, are an increasing and stronger element of half-breeds. 
It is in these that much of the hope for the future popula- 
tion of Labrador at present lies. Here one of the Brethren 
has had some medical training, and has, single-handed, done 
some excellent work in emergency cases. The Brethren here, 
also, have done a considerable amount of scientific work in 
the past, both in climatology, botany, and ornithology. 
The last Moravian station is at Makkovik, fifty miles 
south. It was only erected in 1900, and was put there in 
the hope of fostering the scattered half-breeds and settlers 
who are slowly beginning to populate that section of coast. 
It is a valuable stand for those travelling the coast in winter. 
